I’ve always been a k**** guy. I’ve worked hard at getting my wife to do more and more perverse things and gotten a great deal of satisfaction from my progress over the decades. When I first met her, she was willing to do all the typical vanilla things, like sucking c***, getting felt up, and eventually f******. At the time I’d just come out of a relationship with another fine woman who I’d gotten to have a three way with me and my high school girlfriend (we were all in our 20s by then). My ex was willing to s*** my c*** the first day we hung out, where as my wife waited a few months. My ex was willing to pose for n*** photos within the first month or two of our relationship. My wife took about six months of cajoling. My ex was willing to try a*** and stuck with it after that within about two years. My wife gave in to a*** in about three years. But the ex and I just didn’t work out and my wife and I, obviously did.

Before you go thinking I carry a torch for my ex, I don’t. Not in the slightest. I am completely obsessed with my wife because… I’ve perverted her to my liking (and she’s learned that she likes being perverse)! I don’t think there is another woman who could satisfy me quite the way my wife does and who would also truly and deeply love me which is equally important to twisted and perverted s***** exploits.

The first time I asked my wife for n*** photos when we were just dating, she got incredibly pissed off. I was actually surprised because I figured most women want to be that valued by their boyfriends in a s***** way. I could understand being shy about it or saying, “No. I’m just not hot enough for that”, but to actually get angry and say, “No way in hell”! That was new, and a new challenge. Over the months that it took to convince her, I kept talking about how hot I thought she was (she was and is VERY hot, she doesn’t think so, but everyone who has seen her photos does).

Month by month, I worked it into s***** fantasies. I told her what a great a** she had, how her small perky t*** were super hot and how she just “oozed s********”. Eventually, as she got to trust that I wasn’t just going to take the pictures, dump her and split, she agreed to let me take photos as long as they were polaroids and no one at a photomat would see them. (This was the 1990s, so we didn’t yet have digital cameras). The first set of photos were artsy to get her into the idea since she was an art major in college. The next set was a little sexier doing cheesecake shots. Little by little I got her to do more and more revealing photos until I finally got her fully n*** using her fingers to spread her p**** wide open.

Later in the 90s I got a camcorder and started to make p*** with her and I. She was more into it because it was just as private as the polaroids, but she could also see herself in the monitor. I noticed that her vanity got to her since seeing herself produced a feedback loop and it wasn’t long before she’d perfected her p*** start “O” faces and moaning on camera. She’s a smart woman, but she enjoyed playing the bimbo plaything on camera and I ate it up. We’d get her hair and make up teased up and you’d never know that this researcher by day was a h******* p*** feature at night.

As time went on, I started trying to work her up to a*** s**. She was willing to “squeeze” the head of my c*** with her a** most of the time and one day which we were doing “squeezies”, I pushed a little harder and got in. I remember her lying on her back and saying, “Omigod, is it in”? I said, “Yeah baby. Are you OK with it”? She smiled and said, “Yeah. But be careful, this is probably a once in a lifetime occurrence”. I started pushing deeper and deeper until my full c*** was in and she was OK with the whole thing. But she swore up and down that she probably couldn’t do it again.

Of course, that didn’t last. We would do squeezes and nine times out of ten, I’d get in. After a while we just started lubing her hole and going for it. She didn’t get too much out of it herself until many years later, but she would go through bouts of wanting to do it to please me and believe me her hot a** does please!

About three years into the relationship, she got a call from her college boy friend asking if she could accompany him to a wedding since he was going to be back in town. I saw this as an excellent opportunity to take her a little farther down the road to perversion. It was going to be a few months before he’d be in town and, me being the easy going sort, I said, “Just go with him. It’ll be fun. Believe me”. She resisted a little (but not too much). Once she’d agreed to go with him, I started working him into our fantasies. She acted embarrassed about it at first, but her hard n****** and wet p**** belied any apprehensions she had.

As the weekend of his visit got closer, I noticed she was getting hotter and hotter thinking about sucking him and f****** him. I knew I was taking a big risk because he was older than me, richer than me and a little more handsome. But it paid off big time. The day before he was going to come to her place, I told her, “If anything happens, just go with it. It’s OK. Have fun”. She rolled her eyes and said, “He should be so lucky! Nothing is going to happen”.

The day he came into town, he happened to call the place where we both worked together asking for her address because he was having trouble finding her place. I said, “Hey is this Mike?” and, puzzled, he said, “Uhhh… yeah”. I said, “This is Jason. Lara’s boyfriend”. He awkwardly said, “Oh. Hi.” I said, “You want to go to this street and the address is…”. He quietly said, “Thanks”. I said, “Hey man, have fun”! Apparently, he told her about that and said it made him feel really weird. (I love it!)

He finally came over to her place (I lived elsewhere), and by her accounts, she held out on him fairly well for most of the evening. They got back to her place after going out to dinner and she changed into her least s*** gear: a white t-shirt and some boxers. She had him out on the sofa and she told him to have a good night. He asked if they could just talk for a bit, and before you know it, they were making out and he was feeling her up. She’d mentally resolved not to have s** with him, so she brought him into her room and got him in her bed. As he was making out with her, she was getting hotter by the minute. He worked his way down to her p**** with his mouth (one of her favorite things) and when he started ringing her bell, she though, “No way I’m doing this”! She told him to lie down and she did her second favorite activity to f******: she sucked him off and swallowed his c**. But that was it. They collapsed together and fell asleep in her bed.

Early in the morning she was awakened by a hard c*** pressing against her from behind. At that point she gave in. She sucked him off some more and then they fucked for the first time in about four years. I’d given her instructions to call me when she could over the weekend so I could check in. So she called. I asked her if anything happened and she was a little distracted and said, “No! Absolutely not”!

About thirty minutes later she called back. “He’s in the shower now so I can really talk. Yes… you were right. I sucked him off last night and sucked and fucked him this morning. But that’s ALL that’s happening this weekend!! That’s IT!! I mean it”!! A few more calls over the weekend, and she fucked him about ten times and sucked him off about twenty. They fucked at her place. They stayed overnight at his parent’s place and fucked there. They fucked in the park. It was amazing and I was just throbbing with excitement about her adventures!

Finally, Monday morning came and she drove him to the airport then came back to her place and called me saying I could come over if I still wanted to. I think she was worried that I’d be pissed or upset. I wasn’t. We talked about what she did, we worked our way into her bedroom and had some of the hottest s** of our relationship to that point. She had a lot of emotions to work through though and it wasn’t all roses. After we came hard a few f*** sessions later, and I said, “Honey you are hands down THE hottest woman I’ve even been with” she got mad. She said, “I should have never done this. It was a mistake”. I don’t know why exactly, but she eventually mellowed out and we would recount the adventure fondly.

Not to mention that for the next two years, any time he was in town, he’d meet up with her and they’d f***. She went out to spend a week with him out of state and that was when they stopped using rubbers which led to even hotter s** for them and for us. The best day was when he came to her place hung out, fucked her, left, and she just waited in bed used for me to come over and f*** her fifteen minutes later. She called it her “twofer”. She went out to visit him at his place again and they got deeper into spanking, choking, heir pulling and some light a** play. Unfortunately, that guy screwed it up for all of us when he tried to convince her that I didn’t really love her if I’d let her do that. She wound up having a falling out with him and they haven’t spoken since. She also hasn’t played with anyone else. I think that was OK with her because she knew him. She isn’t into playing with perfect strangers and isn’t into meeting new people to f***.

But, over time I got her to cam with people online on Adult Friendfinder. I got her to let me eat her a** deeply. And now she is very into a*** s** and get pleasure from it. She can f*** like a pro with her back door! But the best line we’ve crossed recently is what we call bead play. I fill her a** with plastic beads and then while she’s c******, I pull them out with my mouth and taste her a** on the beads. Yes, it sounds gross to the uninitiated, but think about where she is now. She’s the kind of wife who will c** hard while feeding her husbands mouth with beads that come out of her hot a******. And I’ve grown to love this almost more than s**. Some nights all we do is have her c** hard with her hitachi magic wand while I stroke myself and eat those beads. I plan to do it tonight. And… I plan to get her to go even farther.

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